Chapter 74

• "You don't get it, do you, Cole?" Kemi’s voice was low, her words chilling, almost a whisper, as if they were meant to slice through the very fabric of my thoughts. "This isn’t about revenge. It’s about control."
• I had never felt so small. Standing in that room, the walls closing in, every breath I took seemed heavier than the last. Kemi wasn’t just holding a trump card; she was holding every piece of my life in her hands. And worse—she knew it. She knew exactly how to twist the knife, make the pain last.
• "You think you can still fight this?" she continued, her smile mocking me. "You think you can protect your precious little life, your business, your relationships, with those feeble apologies and empty promises? It’s too late for that."